Ship In a Bottle

Have you ever felt like a ship, In bottle? Chasing waves as they roll back, And forth? A glass encased fortress that, Allows no escape. Within these reflecting walls my, Vessel sails on ward. Echoing chants that men have, Song sense time Began. Oh hear the music dance from, Stem to stern. From every corner, rattling, The haul. Set those sails, lock down, That mast! A Gail is ah coming hear gulls, Sing beware. But in this our glass prison, Calm shores. Lend little relief yet much, Regret. Oh god have mercy on sailors, Who live upon, The mischievous sea. For know mistress can beat, Her to save the, Likes of me. So here I remain inside my, Ship in a bottle. Lights chambers imprisoned, Victim casting rainbows. Shadows against crystal shards, Split silhouettes Illusions. Forever roaming currants endless, Tides. Putting life and limb at fates whim, Chasing foam and Spray, The rays of the rising sun. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN